Tell your mama I love her Tell your daddy I tried Tell them I wish that I could explain The way that I'm feeling
See the sun comes up on the pavement The pavement it starts to sweat The steam rises up from the water And the hotter it is you know the harder it gets
And it ought to be easier When you turn your lights down low And it ought to be easier To leave when you know that you have to go
I know you don't believe me And I know you don't understand But honey the way that you treat me I can't even tell who I am
And you tell me I'm the one you're not to blame And you tell me I make you feel the same way And we talk in circles but we never say It's just out of weakness that both of us stay
And it ought to be easier When you turn your lights down low And it ought to be easier To leave when you know that you have to go
I look at you when you're sleeping And I think about how it could be If you would wake up and open your arms And hold me
But you look at me when you wake up With eyes that are angry and mean And I turn away and walk into the kitchen And I pray for the strength to leave
Because it ought to be easier When you turn your lights down low And it ought to be easier To leave when you know that you have to go To leave when you know that you have to go
So tell your mama I love her I hope she knows that I tried Tell her I wish that I could explain The way that I'm feeling
See the suns comes up on the pavement The pavement it starts to sweat The steam rises up from the water And the hotter it is you know the harder it gets The hotter it is you know the harder it gets The hotter it is you know the harder it gets
Compositor: Lyle Pearce Lovett ECAD: Obra #25243224